Favorite parables

[Селебрити]

I want to share with you my favorite parables .......
1. Two babies are talking in the stomach of a pregnant woman. One of them is a believer, the other is an unbeliever.

Unbelieving baby: - Do you believe in life after childbirth? Believer baby: - Yes, of course. Everyone understands that life after childbirth exists. We are here to become strong enough and ready for what awaits us later.

Unbelieving baby: - This is stupid! There can be no life after childbirth! Can you imagine how such a life might look like? Believer baby: - I do not know all the details, but I believe that there will be more light, and that we, maybe, ourselves will walk and eat with our mouth.

Unbelieving baby: - What nonsense! It is impossible to walk and eat with your own mouth! This is generally funny! We have an umbilical cord that feeds us. You know, I want to tell you: it is impossible for life after childbirth to exist, because our life - the umbilical cord - is already too short. Believer baby: - I'm sure it is possible. Everything will just be a little different. It can be imagined.

Unbelieving baby: - But no one has ever returned from there! Life just ends in childbirth. And in general, life is one great misery in the dark. Believing baby: - No, no! I don’t know exactly what our life after childbirth will look like, but in any case we will see our mother and she will take care of us.

Unbelieving baby: - Mom? Do you believe in mom? And where is she located? Believing baby: - She is everywhere around us, we abide in her and thanks to her we move and live, without her we simply cannot exist.

Unbelieving baby: - Nonsense! I have not seen any mom, and therefore it is obvious that she simply is not there. Believing baby: - I can not agree with you. Indeed, sometimes, when everything around is quiet, you can hear how she sings, and feel how she strokes our world. I firmly believe that our real life will begin only after childbirth. And you?

Unbelieving baby: - And what am I doing here, it’s not bad for me to improve my place, but if there was anything, we would see it, but what is ironed and sung is the law of the fetus. Believer baby: - But the world itself cannot sing, so beautiful, you listen to what Words of this song, listen to how Mom calls us with Love.

Unbelieving baby: - And what is Love? You and I live here and get along, that's good. Believer baby: - You can live crawling in the dark, but I’m telling you about the light, that the time will come when we saw the light with the first cry to Mom and weep in front of her for the pain that we inflicted, thanks we will pour into the new world.

Unbelieving baby: - You see what our mother has prepared for us - screaming and crying, and I still have to thank for this. Believing baby: - But it will give us the strength to survive in such a light.

Unbelieving baby: - Why do I need such light so that I still survive. Believing baby: - Then to live forever without dying, because it cannot be that Mom nurses us for death, doesn’t it?



PS: Indeed, more often it is necessary to look at things more abstractly, detachedly and in comparison with other things. Just expand your consciousness beyond the shell that surrounds you and you will be amazed at what opportunities the world has prepared for you!

A huge number of smart, interesting and beautiful people live a gray monotonous life, not suspecting that behind the walls of their small apartment, behind the fence, outside the city fascinating meetings, travels, colors and joys of Life await them. After all, Mom, Nature, Higher Consciousness - call it whatever you like, they just wait for you to WISH what you DREAM and BELIEVE!

2. In a hospital in the same ward were two seriously ill people. One lay by the window, and the other's bed was by the door.

- What is there in the window? - once asked the one who was lying at the door.
- ABOUT! - the first perked up. - I see the sky, clouds resembling animals, a lake and a forest in the distance ...

Every day, the one lying at the window told his neighbor what was going on outside the window.

He saw a boat, fishermen with a huge catch, children playing on the shore, young lovers holding hands and not taking their eyes off each other.

While he watched all these amazing events outside the window, his neighbor was tormented by deaf malice. This is unfair, he thought. “For what merit they laid him at the window, and not me, and I can only contemplate a door with peeling paint, while he admires the view from the window?”

Once, lying at the window coughed violently and began to choke. He tried to reach the nurse call button, but he didn’t have the strength because he was shuddering from a cough. A neighbor was watching what was happening. It cost him nothing to press his button, but he did not.

After a while, the first fell silent and stretched out on his bed.

When he was carried away, a neighbor asked the nurse to be transferred to the window. The nurse complied with the patient’s request, redid his bed, helped him to the opposite bed and, making sure that the patient was comfortable, went to the door. Suddenly, a sick exclamation of the patient stopped her:

- How so! This window opens onto a blank gray wall! But the one who died told me that he saw a forest, a lake, clouds, people ... How could he see all this from this window?

The nurse smiled sadly:

- He could not see anything at all; your late neighbor was blind.
“But why is he? ... Why did he tell me all this?”

- He apparently just wanted to cheer you up a bit ...

3. Once upon a time in the ancient city lived the Master, surrounded by students. The most capable of them once thought: “Is there a question that our Master could not give an answer to?” He went to a flowering meadow, caught the most beautiful butterfly and hid it between his palms. The butterfly clung its paws to his hands, and the student was tickled. Smiling, he went to the Master and asked:

- Tell me, which butterfly is in my hands: alive or dead?

He held the butterfly firmly in his clasped hands and was ready at any moment to squeeze them by killing her, for the sake of his truth.

Without looking at the student’s hands, the Master answered:

- All in your hands.

4. The student comes to the Master and says:

“Teacher, I’m tired, I have such a hard life, such difficulties and problems, I’m always swimming against the tide, I don’t have any more strength ... what should I do?”

The teacher instead of answering put three identical containers of water on the fire. He threw carrots in one container, laid an egg in another, and poured coffee beans in a third. After some time, he took out a carrot and an egg from the water and poured it into a cup of coffee from the 3rd container.

" What changed?" he asked the student

“The egg and carrots were boiled, and the grains of coffee dissolved in water,” answered the student.

“No,” said Master, “This is just a superficial look at things. Look - hard carrots, having been in boiling water, became soft and supple. The fragile and fluid egg has become hard. Outwardly, they did not change, they only changed their structure under the influence of equally unfavorable circumstances - boiling water. So people - strong outwardly can stick out and become weaklings where fragile and tender only harden and get stronger ”

“What about coffee?” - asked the student

" ABOUT! This is the most interesting! The coffee beans completely dissolved in a new hostile environment and changed it - turned boiling water into a great aromatic drink.

There are special people who do not change due to circumstances - they change themselves

circumstances turn them into something new and beautiful, taking advantage and knowledge of the situation. "

 

[Селебрити]

5. The Parable of the Stone: One young man rode on a new sparkling “jaguar” in a good mood, singing some kind of melody. Suddenly he saw children sitting by the road. After he carefully circled them, gathering to pick up speed again, he suddenly heard a stone hit the car.

The young man stopped the car, got out of it, and, grabbing one of the boys by the scruff of his neck, began to shake him with a cry:

- Bastard! What the hell did you throw a stone at my car! Do you know how much this car costs ?!

“Forgive me, mister,” the boy answered. “I had no intention of harming you and your car.”

The fact is that my brother is disabled, he fell out of the stroller, but I can not lift it, it is too heavy for me. For several hours we have been asking for help, but not a single car has stopped. I had no choice but to throw a stone, otherwise you would not stop too.

The young man helped put the disabled person in a chair, trying to hold back tears and suppress a lump coming up to his throat. Then he went to his car and saw a dent in a brand new shiny door left from a stone.

He drove this car for many years, and every time he said no to the mechanics on the proposal to repair this dent on the door, because every time it reminded him that if you ignore the whisper, a stone will fly into you.

6. Once upon a time there lived a very old man. His eyes were blinded, his ears were dull, his knees were trembling. He could hardly hold a spoon in his hands and often spilled soup on the tablecloth while eating, and sometimes some of the food fell out of his mouth. The son and his wife looked with disgust at the old man and began to put him in a corner behind the stove while eating, and they served him food in an old saucer. From there, he looked sadly at the table, and his eyes became wet. Once his hands were shaking so much that he could not hold a platter of food. It fell to the floor and crashed. The young mistress began to scold the old man, but he did not say a word, but only heaved a sigh. Then they bought him a wooden bowl. Now he had to eat from her.

Once, when the parents were sitting at the table, their four-year-old son entered the room with a piece of wood in their hands.

- What do you want to do? - asked the father.
“A wooden feeding trough,” the baby answered. From it, dad and mom will eat when I grow up.


7. One wise man, standing in front of his disciples, did the following. He took a large glass jar and filled it to the brim with large stones. Having done this, he asked his disciples if the vessel was full. All confirmed that it is full.
Then the sage took a box of small pebbles, poured it into a vessel and shook it lightly several times. Pebbles rolled in between the large stones and filled them. After this, he again asked the disciples if the vessel was now full. They reaffirmed - the fact is complete.

Finally, the sage took a box of sand from the table and poured it into a vessel. Sand of course filled the last gaps in the vessel.

“Now,” the sage addressed the students, “I would like you to be able to recognize your life in this vessel! Large stones represent important things in life: your family, your loved one, your health, your children are those things which, even if there’s nothing else, can still fill your life. Small pebbles represent less important things, such as, for example, your work, your apartment, your home or your car. Sand symbolizes little things in life, everyday vanity. If if you first fill your vessel with sand, then there will be no room for larger stones. Also in life: if you spend all your energy on small things, then for large things there will be nothing left. Therefore, pay attention first of all to important things, find time for your children and loved ones, monitor your health. You still have enough time for work, for home, for celebrations and everything else. Keep track of your large stones - only they have a price, everything else - whether sand. "

8. Once, one man came home late from work late, as always tired and jerked, and saw that a five-year-old son was waiting for him in the doorway.
“Dad, can I ask you something?”
- Of course, what happened?
- Dad, how much do you get?
- This is not your business! - the father was indignant. “And then, why do you need this?”
- I just want to know. Please tell me how much you get per hour?
- Well, actually, 500. But what?
“Dad,” the son looked up at him with very serious eyes. - Dad, can you borrow me 300?
“You only asked me to give you money for some stupid toy?” he shouted. - Immediately march to your room and go to bed! .. You can’t be so selfish! I work all day, I get terribly tired, and you act so stupidly.
The kid quietly went into his room and closed the door behind him. And his father continued to stand in the doorway and get angry at the request of his son. But how dare he ask me about salary, then to ask for money? But after some time he calmed down and began to reason sensibly: Maybe he really needs to buy something very important. Yes, to hell with them, with three hundred, he still has never asked me for money at all. When he entered the nursery, his son was already in bed.

“Are you awake, son?” - he asked.
- No, dad. Just lying, ”the boy replied.
“I seem to have answered you too rudely,” my father said. - I had a hard day, and I just broke loose. Forgive me. Here, keep the money you requested.

The boy sat in bed and smiled.
- Oh, folder, thanks! he exclaimed joyfully.
Then he climbed under the pillow and took out a few more crumpled banknotes. His father, seeing that the child already has money, became angry again. And the kid put all the money together, and carefully counted the bills, and then looked at his father again.
“Why did you ask for money if you already have it?” he grumbled.
- Because I didn’t have enough. But now it’s enough for me, ”the child answered.
“Dad, it's exactly five hundred here.” May I buy one hour of your time? Please come home early from work tomorrow, I want you to have dinner with us.

 

[Казахстан]

Thank!

 

[Казахстан]

I liked these most:
1. Two babies are talking in the stomach of a pregnant woman ...
5. The Parable of the Stone: One young man rode on a new sparkling "jaguar" ...
2. In a hospital in one room were two seriously ill people ....

 

[Игорь Эдуардович]

Thank!!! I read it with pleasure. Very good parables.

 

[Евгений СБ]

Thank. I read it with great interest and pleasure.

 

[Селебрити]

Once Happiness walked through the forest and suddenly fell into a hole, Happiness sits in a hole and cries. A man walked past, Happiness heard a man and screams from the pit:
"Man! Good! Get me out of here."
“What will you give me for this?” - the person asks
"And what do you want?" asked Happiness.
“I want a large and beautiful house with sea views, the most expensive.”
Happiness gave the man a house, the man was glad, ran away to the house and forgot about Happiness.
Happiness sits in a pit crying even louder.
A second man walked past, heard the happiness of a man and shouted to him:
"Man! Good! Get me out of here."
“What will you give me for this?” - the person asks.
"And what do you want?" asked Happiness.
“I want a lot of beautiful and expensive cars, various brands.”
Happiness gave the man what he asked, the man was delighted, forgot about Happiness and ran away.
Hope completely lost hope.
Suddenly he hears a third man coming, shouted to him Happiness:
"Man! Good! Get me out of here, please."
The man pulled Happiness out of the pit and went on, Happiness rejoiced, ran after him and asked:
"Person! What do you want for helping me? ”
“I need nothing,” the man answered.
So Happiness ran after the man, never lagging behind him.

 

[Евгений СБ]

Thank.

 

[Патрушев Михаил Владимирович]

Thank you! It was interesting to read. There is a point in them! We live and do not think twice. Smart people wrote.

 

[Селебрити]

The five-year-old Danilka suffered the greatest grief that can happen to a boy or girl - his mother died. She was sick, sick and died. At first Danilka walked like a crumple: he somehow could not understand what it happened to his mom, why she was no longer at home or in the hospital? And in any way he could not believe that it was his real mother who lay in that long brown box with ruffles, which other people's uncles buried in the ground. He felt that this was not so, that it was not true, but he did not know how to argue with adults and did not want to - Danilka had not been there before. He just sat for hours in one place and waited and waited for him to be called and taken to his mother in the hospital. Or she herself will appear, come up to him, sit next to him, hug him and say:


- Danilka, this is all untrue! I have not died!


And mother did not come and did not come.


Sometimes he started to cry, but then one of the adults, even dad, told him:


- Do not cry, Danila, be a man! Tears of sorrow will not help!


Danilka himself with all his might attached himself and did not cry. And for this, it was best to sit in one place, look at one point and try not to remember anything or even think about anything. And that was wrong! But there was no one to explain to poor Danilka what he was doing wrong and why it was wrong.


And then, seeing this trouble, Danilkin the Guardian Angel decided that it was time for him to intervene. He took and dreamed of Danilka. He stood in front of him - a bright face, white wings, an elementary - this is such an angelic form, shimmers with all the colors of the rainbow.


- Hello, Daniel! - says in a dream Guardian Angel Danilke. “Daniel” - it was Danilkino's full name given to him at Baptism.


“Hello,” he answers, also in his sleep, and politely, as his mother and father taught, Danilka. - Who are you?


“I am your guardian angel.” I came to talk with you.


Danilka said nothing in response - he did not know what it was possible to talk with the Angels about.


- I heard, Danilka, that adults advise you not to cry about your mother.


“They ... They say that I upset my mother with tears.” And I don’t want to upset her at all! Only it’s very difficult, and here, ”he stroked his chest,“ it’s very painful, not to cry when you want, ”Danilka answered honestly, and tears immediately came to his eyes and throat, so close that he the dream nearly cried into his voice. But he restrained himself - as usual he tried to restrain himself. And again he felt pain in his chest and throat.


- And what do you think, Danilka you are mine, why are tears given to a man? - asked the angel.


“I don’t know ... I used to think that this was to show that it was time to pity you.”


“You thought correctly, Daniel.” When one person, especially a small one, cries, and the other, especially an adult, pities him - at once half the pain passes. So?


- So. When I was very young, I never cried right away, so as not to waste my tears in vain. At first I ran to my mother, ran to her and then already started to cry. Mom took me in her arms, regretted, blew me on my knee - and a broken knee immediately stopped hurting.


- You see, it turns out that tears cause pity and sympathy - and this relieves pain. As if washing it off. So it’s in sorrow, Daniel. Tears are given to you for that, without saying a word to other people: help me! That loved ones help you with their sympathy. When the grief is real - tears do not need to be ashamed. You understand me?


“Not really,” Danilka answered honestly.


- Oh well. Then I'll just show you what your tears about mom are. Let’s do what we do, Danilka - you and I will cry for your mom together! Get out of bed!


Danilka obediently got up.


- It’s good that the icon of the Mother of God hangs in your room, we don’t have to go far! - said approvingly Angel. - Get close and let's cry together. Well, cry, do not be afraid and do not be shy! - and the angel hugged Danilka by the shoulders and hugged him. And, of course, Danilka immediately roared, and tears ran down his cheeks and dripped ... But they did not drip onto the floor, but directly into Angel's substituted palm.


Danilka cried and condemned:


- My mommy! Where did you go? It’s so bad for me without you, mommy!


And although he complained and talked about how bad he felt, in fact, it was getting easier and easier! Either because there were already a lot of tear-stained tears inside him, or because the Angel stroked his shoulders so gently. He cried and cried ... And then he began to stop, because his tears somehow ran out, and he only sobbed and sighed.


And then the Angel held out his hand and showed a handful of small light pearls in it.


- You know, Daniel, what is it?


- Not.


“These are your tears for your mother — holy and innocent children's tears.” So they turned into precious pearls. See what a miracle?


Danilka nodded and carefully, with one finger touched amazing pearls.


“But that's not all, Danilka!” - said the angel. “Now, let's pray with your Lord about your mother.” You see, here He is sitting on the icon on the lap of His Mother - the Mother of God. Repeat after me: “Peace, Lord, in Your bright Paradise my mother, grant her forgiveness and comfort! And accept my tears, Lord, like prayers for her! ”

Danilka diligently and trustingly repeated word after word all that the angel had told him. And while they were praying, the Angel took the silver thread from somewhere and began to string one tearful pearl on it after another. And it turned out beads! And when they had finished praying, the Angel tied the ends of a silver thread and said:


“You, Daniel, will cry about your mother, and I will begin to collect pearls and string them on the thread of your prayer.” Can you imagine what a wonderful necklace we can get for mom?


Danilka looked up at Angel.


Angel correctly understood his surprised look.


- “Necklace”, Daniel - this is the old name for beads.


Danilka nodded.


“Do you know what we will do with this necklace when you pay all your tears and they turn into pearls?”


“Will you take these beads to my mom?”


- Yes. I will say that you cried about her while there were tears and I wanted to cry. By then you will stop crying. But you’ll stop not because you will foolishly fasten yourself with all your might, but because you will pay your bitter grief with tears. And there will be only love for mother, bright sorrow for her and prayer. And your mother in Paradise will wear a precious necklace of your pearls and also remember you and pray. And so, when she will pass through the Gardens of Eden, and the Most Holy Theotokos will see her, She will say to the Holy Virgin, accompanying Her: “Here comes a happy mother! See what a wonderful pearl necklace on it? This means that her child wept for her with holy tears, connecting them with a prayer for them to My Son. Tears turned into pearls, prayers into a silver thread - and this was such a wonderful decoration, a gift from a loving son. ” - An angel stroked Danilka on the head and asked: - Do you understand everything, Danilka?


“I get it,” Danilka said. - I understood about tears and about beads for mom. So it turns out that I thought correctly, and my mother did not die?


“No, I haven't died.” This body of her sleeps there, in a grave under the flowers. And she herself is alive.


“Is she with God?”


- Well, of course!


- I knew it! - said Danilka and smiled. But at the same time, two more tears, the smallest tears rolled out of his eyes, rolled down his cheeks and fell to the floor. But the Angel leaned over and picked up the last two pearls, the smallest of all. After that, he led Danilka to the bed, laid him down, tucked the blanket from all sides, kissed the crown of his head, crossed him and flew away. And Danilka fell asleep.


He woke up early, when they were still sleeping in the house. Danilka got dressed, washed, went to the icons, sighed ... and burst into tears. He cried and cried, and then he remembered that without prayer, beautiful beads for my mother would not work out of tears alone, and began to pray diligently.